..continuing a theme started on my facebook page, I think it's better tucked away here since not all of my FB friends even know where/what Tallinn is..
Upon going into the local Comarket, a very salubrious and high end food emporium, grocer and provider of requisites here, I saw an oldish man checking out those (usually minging) salads you get in plastic tubs. You know the type (the man I mean) woolly hat, dirt-ingrained hands, and the kind of complexion that can only arise from many, many rivers of vodka having coursed through the system down the years.
Anyway, upon understandably deciding the salad (or whatever it was) wasn't for him, he actually put it down, but at the same time gave that kind of dismissive wave of the hand, tub of salad-wards, that men of that generation do when indicating that as per usual they couldn't give a fuck of the winged variety when they've just nearly mown a pedestrian down on a zebra crossing.. But I mean it's not a sentient being, it's a tub of salad!! I'm not sure I didn't hear a disdainful grunt at the same time!! The salad said nothing...